I glimpsed a man I'd always seen But I really saw him Today. Saw the Furrow betwixt His eyebrows And the relentless Tapping of his fingers Against hand-me-down Blue jeans. Today, I really saw, And I could tell From the way He moved That he yearned, Hungered, and Wanted something With a desperation I couldn't begin To understand. Compared to Him, I merely Existed. He Was alive In every sense Of the word. He knew what He wanted and he Knew how to get It. He was following The path to his goal With such an Unwavering Determination That I knew Heaven and hell Would scramble To his aid. I don't know What it is he Wanted, but I Know it wasn't Me. I wanted him, But I couldn't Possibly want him The way he wanted It. I couldn't clone, Reproduce, or Replicate his Desperate craving. I could not be That fully alive, That awakened, That aware of What I craved. But what I did Want was for Someone to see Me as clearly As I glimpsed him In that moment.